Pussy.

I knew that'd make you look.

I am in fact referring to myself. I am, ladies and gents, a pussy.

Quiet in the back!

Anyway. This last week has been mad. I have been running around like a blue-arsed fly, trying to attend to my three lovers, while leaving enough time for breathing and eating. Sleeping hasn't really featured.

I saw Hubby all day Saturday. James really wanted to see me in the evening so I made my excuses and we had a brief meeting from 7 to 9 (passed it off as dinner with a friend, as usual). When I got back, I had a quick shower and rolled into bed. Hubby woke me up at 2 in the morning for another session.

On Monday, at work, Andrew keeps giving me the eye. We take a sneaky lunch break and make out like rabbits on the fire escape. He starts saying he wants to see me somewhere other than work, so we arrange something for Wednesday evening. On Tuesday after work, James picks me up after work...he actually picks me up in the next road because I deliberately go to Tesco. Can you imagine if James found out about Andrew??? Disaster.

Without anywhere to go, James and I find a quiet countryside lane way out of town and spend some "quality time" in the car.




...hang on. Out of sheer narcissism I was browsing through my first couple of posts. I don't even sound like the same woman.

Wow. This lifestyle really has changed me. For better or worse? All I know is the bags under my eyes are much bigger, and I own way over the recommended dose of kinky undies.